Sometimes, I wonder “why the hell do I have cats?” Jenny is allergic to cats. They scratch the hell out of us, and the make a lot of weird sounds. Oh, and I have to buy litter, clean their poop up, and feed them. They eat my houseplants, and I have to gather large clumps
The ‘Stigma Fighters Anthology Volume One‘ went up on Amazon recently, and it includes an exclusive article by yours truly. Stigma Fighters is a non-profit advocacy group on a mission to educate folk regarding mental health issues. There are some powerful, beautiful, and (sometimes) heart-breaking stories in the 230 pages of unbridled honesty. It is
One of the critical things in life is identifying the things that improve your life. I choose to surround myself with things that make me happy. I do not mean to say that I avoid things that make me sad. I deal with those pretty well. What I mean is that I have things all
Oak shared a picture on Facebook, recently. One of those personality quizzes that tells you about yourself based on almost zero information. All I had to do was enter my name, and it gave me my “results” or whatever. Check out the response: Now, I’m sure this is all just one of those RNG things,
My father died several years ago. For the first time in years (maybe longer) I had a nightmare about him. Below is my “too damned early in the morning to be typing” transcription of that dream. He comes out of the house, holding a wooden sword. New king and queen, SCA family all around. He
Jenny gets me. Like, totally. Jenny totally gets me. God, that sounds dumb the more I say it, but I don’t know how else to get the point across: Jenny understands the freaking weirdo who types these words better than anyone should know anyone, regardless of relationship. Case in point? Apparently, she can hear my
Sometimes, I ask myself the hard question of “Why do Terminally Intelligent?” It’s taxing, emotional, and takes up precious moments of my life. It can be triggering, and can make me feel vulnerable to those who may judge me, or dismiss my life as “unimportant”. But then I get feedback that I couldn’t hope for,
I was thinking about my old house again (go figure), and I remember a nasty old well we had. Our water source had been converted over to County utilities years before we came to squat in my childhood home in Arkansas. Long before the fire got the property, the ice wreaked its havoc as well.
I just looked up my childhood home on Google Earth. We all do it, right? We wonder who lives in the room we learned to read in, or who mows the lawn we seeded years ago. I just wanted to see if my old chicken coop was still standing. It wasn’t. The entire house, the well,
Today is World Turtle Day, and that is totally magic. I celebrated by deleting my Skype account, changing my Minecraft username, and finally giving up on the ghost that is my old email address. Why? Because they all used the same username: Robiturtle. No more turtles in my username! It might seem backwards, but I
